Memory or fantasy?

L challenged me to write a three-sentence story. About us.

My wife worried I’d get sued. I did some reading. I’m pretty sure I’m fine—but I’d love a first-amendment lawyer to tell me I’m wrong.

She’s sitting four feet from me, and we’ve never spoken a word.

My holy grail, and the several obstacles to its achievement.

A woman in a shop window stops me cold.

When all you can do is feel, everything I do becomes a surprise.

A little role-reversal fantasy in which the boss gets what she deserves.

She sounded too good to be true, and there’s no such thing as that good on Craigslist.

A piano player, a dark bar, a plane ticket, and a pair of panties balled up in my pocket.